LOGINChapter 3
The carriage ride to their estate had been silent except for the sound of my racing heart. I sat wedged between Magnus and Daemon, while Cassian sat across from us, his brown eyes never leaving mine. The weight of their claiming marks burned on my throat, a constant reminder that I now belonged to them. When we arrived at the Ravencourt Manor, I barely registered the grandeur of it—the towering stone walls, the sprawling grounds. All I could focus on was the inevitable. What was about to happen. They led me through corridors that seemed to stretch endlessly until we reached a massive bedroom. Their bedroom. Now mine too. The door closed behind us with a finality that made my stomach clench. I knew what was about to happen, even before he spoke. "Strip," Magnus commanded, his voice brooking no argument. This was it. This was all they needed for me for. Some sex toy to unleash their dirty fantasies. This was why they married me. My fingers trembled as I reached for the laces of my ceremonial gown. The fabric slipped from my shoulders, pooling at my feet until I stood completely bare before them. Exposed and vulnerable. They began undressing too, and I couldn't help but stare. Their bodies were carved from stone—every muscle defined, every inch of them radiating raw power and dominance. And when my gaze dropped lower, my breath caught. They were all massive, thick and hard, and the sight of them sent equal parts terror and shameful arousal flooding through me. "On your knees, Omega. Hands on the headboard." I crawled onto the bed, my body shaking. I turned my back to them and gripped the headboard with trembling hands, my heart hammering so hard I thought it might burst. I felt the first Alpha come behind me. His strong aura pressed against my back before his hands even touched me. I could smell his arousal mixing with mine, the scent thick and intoxicating. A hand suddenly cupped my clit, making my entire body jerk. "Stay fucking still, Omega," Magnus growled from behind me. "You don't want me to go hard on you now, do you?" I bit my lip, trying to refrain from making any sound, but the feelings rousing inside me were overwhelming. His hand stayed on my clit, but this time he slowly ran his fingers up and down my folds, spreading the wetness that had already gathered there. My breaths came out in sharp pants. "Look how wet she already is," Daemon's voice came from beside the bed, dark amusement coloring his tone. "Our little omega is ready for us." Magnus's fingers slid through my slickness, teasing, exploring, making my thighs tremble. Then he bent me forward properly, positioning my ass higher in the air. I nearly lost my balance, my hands almost slipping from the headboard. "I think she needs to be bound," Daemon said, his voice clinical. "We can't have that sloppiness." My eyes widened. "No, please... I don't want it. I don't want—" "Shut the fuck up." A finger slammed inside my pussy abruptly, cutting off my protests. Pain and pleasure crashed over me in equal measure, forcing my mouth to clamp shut. That was Magnus. I could recognize him from his voice, from the impatient roughness of his touch. *I don't want to die,* I kept chanting in my head, fighting the tears that threatened to spill. I heard movements, then rummaging in a dresser. Daemon appeared in my peripheral vision, handcuffs dangling from his fingers. My heart plummeted. He moved behind me, and I felt the cold metal encircle my wrists, heard the click as he bound me to the headboard. I was completely helpless now. Completely theirs. Magnus's finger withdrew from inside me, and I heard him move. Then I felt the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance. "Please..." I whispered, not even sure what I was begging for anymore. "Don't worry, little omega," Magnus murmured, his voice a dark promise. "You can take as many orgasms as we want you to. Remember, this is just the beginning." Then he thrust inside me in one brutal stroke. I screamed, the sound muffled as Daemon's hand clamped over my mouth from the side. The stretch was overwhelming, burning, my body struggling to accommodate his size. He didn't give me time to adjust. He simply pulled back and slammed in again, setting a punishing rhythm that had me gasping against Daemon's palm. "That's it," Magnus growled, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. "Take all of me." Each thrust sent shockwaves through my body. The pain began to blur with pleasure, my walls clenching around him involuntarily. I could feel every thick inch of him, stretching me, claiming me, owning me. Daemon removed his hand from my mouth, and the sounds that escaped me were humiliating—whimpers and moans I couldn't control. "Listen to her," Daemon chuckled darkly. "She's singing for us already." Magnus's pace became even more brutal, his hips snapping against my ass with savage force. The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard rattling as my bound wrists pulled against the cuffs. Pleasure began coiling tight in my core, building with terrifying intensity. "I can feel you tightening," Magnus groaned. "You're going to come for me, aren't you, omega?" "No... I can't... I—" But my body betrayed me. The orgasm crashed over me without warning, ripping through me with such force that I sobbed. My pussy clenched around Magnus's cock, my entire body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure consumed me. Magnus didn't stop. He fucked me through it, prolonging my orgasm until I was shaking, oversensitive, my cries turning desperate. "Please... please, I can't—" "You can," he snarled. "And you will." He continued his relentless pace, and to my horror, I felt another orgasm building already. It was too much, too fast, but my body didn't care. It responded to him, craved him, needed him despite my mind's protests. The second orgasm hit even harder than the first. I screamed, tears streaming down my face as pleasure bordered on pain. My vision went white, my body going limp in the restraints as I came apart completely. "Fuck, yes," Magnus growled, his thrusts becoming erratic. "That's it, omega. Give me everything." But still he didn't stop. He kept fucking me, kept driving into me until a third orgasm built impossibly fast. I was sobbing now, pleading incoherently, my body overstimulated and trembling. When the third orgasm tore through me, I felt Magnus finally reach his own release. He slammed deep inside me one last time, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his cum. The sensation sent another aftershock through my already wrecked body. He stayed inside me for a long moment, his breathing heavy, before finally pulling out. I felt his release dripping down my thighs, warm and claiming. "My turn," Daemon said, his voice eager. I didn't have time to recover. Daemon positioned himself behind me, his hands gripping my hips where Magnus's had been. His cock pressed against my oversensitive entrance, and I whimpered. "Please... I need... just a moment—" "No rest for you, little omega," Daemon chuckled darkly. "We're just getting started." He entered me in one smooth thrust, and despite having just been fucked by Magnus, the stretch still made me gasp. Daemon was just as thick, just as overwhelming, filling me completely. But his rhythm was different. Where Magnus had been brutally fast, Daemon was controlled, almost methodical. He pulled out slowly, letting me feel every inch, before slamming back in hard. The contrast was maddening. "You feel incredible," Daemon groaned, his fingers digging into my flesh. "So tight, even after Magnus stretched you out." He leaned over me, his chest pressed against my back, his lips brushing my ear. "I'm going to make you come until you forget your own name." And he did. Daemon fucked me with calculated precision, angling his thrusts to hit that spot inside me that made me see stars. My fourth orgasm built slowly this time, the pleasure creeping through my limbs like honey until it exploded, making me cry out his name. "That's right," he purred against my neck. "Let them hear who's fucking you." He didn't let up. His thrusts became harder, faster, more demanding. My fifth orgasm followed quickly after the fourth, my body so sensitized that every movement sent sparks of pleasure-pain through me. "Daemon... please... I can't take anymore..." I sobbed. "You can," he insisted, his voice strained. "You're going to take everything we give you." My sixth orgasm left me boneless, barely conscious, my body trembling uncontrollably. Daemon finally reached his release, groaning deeply as he spilled inside me, adding to the mess Magnus had already left. When he pulled out, I slumped forward, held up only by the handcuffs binding my wrists. My thighs were slick with their cum and my own arousal, my body used and marked. I heard movement and then Cassian's voice, cold and mocking. "How inconsiderate of you, little kitten." My heart dropped. I'd almost forgotten about him. Almost. "It got to my turn, and you suddenly think you could feign tiredness?" I heard him approach, felt his presence behind me, and terror mixed with shameful anticipation flooded my veins. "Please..." I whispered hoarsely. "I'm so tired..." He chuckled, the sound devoid of warmth. "We'll see about that.""Look at me," he said, echoing his own words from that first night, except this time there was nothing clinical in it at all.I did. His eyes held mine, dark and unguarded, and when he started moving it was with a rhythm that built slow and steady, deep enough to steal my breath, his hand finding mine on the sheets and lacing our fingers together without seeming to think about it."Ezra," I gasped, and this time he didn't tell me not to say it."Say it again.""Ezra—"He kissed me hard, swallowing the sound, his hips picking up speed, and I felt the second orgasm building faster than I expected, driven by the way he kept watching my face like he was memorizing it, like this was something he wanted to remember on purpose instead of something he was trying to forget the moment it ended."I've got you," he said, rough, his thrusts turning deeper, more desperate. "Let go. I've got you."I did. The orgasm broke through me hard, my whole body shaking under him, and he followed almost immedi
"No," I said honestly. "But I don't want you to stop."Something broke behind his eyes at that, some final thread of resistance giving out, and he kissed me the way he had the first night — hard, consuming — except this time there was nowhere else for either of us to look, no brothers to perform for, no audience to prove anything to. It was just the two of us, and the way his hands shook slightly against my skin like he was fighting something even as he gave in to it.He undressed me slow this time, despite what he'd said, his mouth following his hands down my throat, my collarbone, pausing at every mark his brothers had left like he was taking inventory of exactly what this house had already done to me. When he reached my hip, where Roman's grip had bruised dark the night before, he stopped completely, his thumb tracing the edge of it with a tenderness that had nothing to do with the rough words he'd just used to warn me off."Ezra.""Don't," he said, voice rough. "Don't say my name
Nobody stopped me when I got up. Roman and Silas were still tangled in whatever silent argument Ezra's words had started, and I used the confusion to pull my robe back on and slip past all three of them into the hallway.I didn't go back to my room.I went looking for him.I told myself it was about the words he'd said — *she deserves to know* — that I needed to find him before he changed his mind, before his brothers talked him back into silence the way they seemed to talk each other into everything in this house. But some other part of me, quieter and more honest, knew it wasn't only that. It was the way he'd looked at me in that doorway. Like grief. Like a man who'd already decided something was going to cost him and had stopped trying to talk himself out of paying it.I found his room by process of elimination, three doors down from mine, light spilling out from under it. I didn't knock. I just pushed it open.He was standing by the window, same as always, shirt half undone like h
Silas's hand landed on my shoulder, turning me half out of Roman's grip, and for the first time since the auction I felt real friction between them — not brothers sharing something, but two men each trying to prove they wanted it more."You had her first this morning," Silas said to Roman, voice tight. "Move.""She's not a rotation, Silas.""No," Silas said, "she's not," and pulled me the rest of the way toward him, his mouth crashing down on mine with none of the control from our first night, something hungrier and less measured driving him now.I gasped into the kiss, my hands finding his shirt, and behind me I felt Roman's hands at my waist, not stepping back, not conceding anything, his mouth finding the curve of my neck while Silas kissed me like he was trying to erase whatever Damian's visit had stirred up in him."Bedroom," Roman said against my skin, rough. "Now."They didn't wait for an answer. Roman's hands guided me while Silas kept one hand fisted loose in my hair, and som
The dinner guest arrived at seven, and I wasn't told his name until he was already standing in the doorway of the dining room, looking at me like he already knew mine."Ivy," Roman said, one hand at the small of my back, steering me toward the table like I was something he was presenting rather than someone walking in on her own legs. "This is Damian Voss. Old family friend."Damian Voss didn't look like a friend. He looked at me the way Roman had looked at me on that stage — cataloging, assessing — except there was something colder in it, something that made my skin crawl in a way none of the brothers had managed yet."So this is her," he said, not to me, to Roman, like I wasn't standing right there. "I have to say, I'm impressed. I didn't think you'd actually go through with it.""Go through with what?" I asked, before I could stop myself.Silas's eyes cut to me sharply from across the table. A warning. I ignored it.Damian smiled, slow, and it didn't reach his eyes at all. "The bid
Something flashed in his eyes — anger, maybe, or the closest thing to jealousy I'd seen from him. "That's different. They're mine too, in a way. Nobody outside this family gets to have an opinion about you that I haven't given them permission to have."He pulled me flush against him, and I felt exactly how much this conversation had affected him, hard and insistent against me, and despite everything — despite the fear, despite the strange cruelty of his logic..my body responded anyway, arching into him without my permission."Tell me you're mine," he said, voice rough against my ear, his hand sliding down between us. "Say it.""I don't have a choice," I gasped, as his fingers found exactly where I was already aching for him. "You know I don't have a choice.""That's not what I asked." His fingers worked harder, and I felt my resistance crumbling fast, my hips moving against his hand despite every part of me that wanted to hate this. "Say it like you mean it.""I'm yours," I breathed,







